Period music

The van was shaking and the driver was sick

the apples in the back were a present from the parish

I was holding on to every word that he said

the stories that he told made me wish I was dead

There hasn't been a tune since the Beatles went weird

the country we were in, it was heading for the horrors

find yourself a fiddle and a girl that can play

the sound of John McCormack, is the sound of today, the sound of today

In the falling rain I stood, the Irish cowboys chopping wood

and daring donkeys dancing in the fields

Looking for a horsey in a one horse town

met up with the boys so I offered tea and flowers

drinking gin and tonic in the bicycle shop

dying as a drinker is the only way to stop

In the falling rain I stood, the Irish cowboys chopping wood

and daring donkeys dancing in the fields

Wear your pride without a hood

like Irish cowboys chopping wood

and daring donkeys dancing in the fields

I became a preacher just an hour ago

gathered up my thoughts and I threw them in the bucket

if I catch you smiling, then you know it's your last

if I catch you smiling, say goodbye to the past, 'Cause you know it's your last

In the falling rain I stood, the Irish cowboys chopping wood

and daring donkeys dancing in the fields

Wear your pride without a hood

like Irish cowboys chopping wood

and daring donkeys dancing in the fields